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Chap. 14's up


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And here I am. Chapter intense and a joy to lead and deliver it to you.

I'm really satisfied, because of the story itself, for that kind of maternal sense of satisfaction in having born, grow, evolve. Translating it but no.

And let me say, with a little 'fear for his fate, seeing that nothing was yet decided, there was always all that it should be written. I do not mean that you have or have had reservations against Musca (God forbid!), But, you know, after all the fun of acting is a direct relationship with readers, who follow you step by step, and therefore have also (more or less consciously) influence the gift of Thee, to drive the plot. I found the early sensational stories often reduced to banal soap-opera after a few chapters, because the reviewers show their appreciation waaay (of course) that aspect of the whole thing.

Instead the plot of January is integrates , guys, be it over, yes, but also precisely to uncorrupted, so compact and consistent with its initial design that makes me proud to have unearthed. Of course I am referring not only to this chapter, but the total view of history: sorry, I was impressed by the ending, I can not be affected in my comments here to the end, even for us here on the side of the translation. You will understand in due time, so to speak. = P

As I said the author, what makes me so proud, and makes me say Brava Silvia, you do not waste time unnecessarily, you're not doing something stupid , is a simple fact, disarmingly stories of Musca would be the same exciting stories even without the character of Harry Potter, not even a . They have value independently of this, in my opinion. It is for this precise reason that I translate. I translate.

This chapter gives proof: the account starts to return, there is a circle that closes, the issues created are repeated and cradled, branded, and their growing sense of intensity echoes.

Today, poetic, be patient.

two things, as usual, a..

Wonky : renamed, renamed. You bet, Miss. And quiet. Decide Smity. Ghgh. Nonsense aside, how are you? Hmmm, I groped viuuulente more raids, which the wonderful world of the Internet? Turning to

J.: please please criticism, yes. Get to the point where I do congratulate Musca them to him, you tell me the criticism è_é ... I do not know, inventatevele. Do you think we are all a boatload of blind fanatics fancazzisti His fans (sorry).

Example: Ron.

Yes, I know. Growling, but I can assure you. Back soon. Such as hairdressing. (And I always keep my belly laughter. Look, long live Ron! Make a difference. Except in the books of JK, of course.)

... Then two things struck me in your review. Sally and analysis to Dawson's Creek.

Muahaha ... poor old Dawn-son, the breaker, the fourteen frustrated in the role of a 35 year old blonde. And who forgets it. But here no psychoanalysis, please.

1) No time, no a incendioooo!

2) also no thanks. What if for every cock-P to that he had given a baby food, that there would always be red and swollen like Gabibbo.

3) Mmm. If I remember correctly there was a triangle. And the best friend you idiot in the end she cares. But, but ... well, you think the case you citareee?? Ç___Ç

(Although to be honest I tifavo P. sfegatatamente. Down with the breaker.)

And then ... I really do not know Sally? I wonder where is all this envy. In fact it is not pretty. But it is so natural, is not it? His feeling of not belonging, non-capacity, this anger of wanting to be what keeps you so far from what you love, a love-hate. Like the one for her father. His envy is not disappointed by what they will never be, or to herself: I think this is now in her a feeling passed. It's anxiety to see so many people with a gift, a talent , disperse, mistreated, pretend Up to forget even to hate him .

is the anti-Hermione. As Hermione reject magic, for all that mean for you, for what he did, he did to his mother, his father Harry Ron Fred Tonks but especially his father, there is a struggle in which Sally magical world without magic . It drives her to be herself, to take the awareness of simple good fortune to make a difference, to help out. What then is the meaning of the whole affair here. And yet what they (apparently) everyone will have to learn to do a bit of 'no more magic. Just do not lose hope .

Bello, no? Meeting very me nell'Hermione of January, I also would like to have a Sally, to be held in his coat pocket.

Baaaaaci to preeeeesto!

Sabri89 : hello! Sorry for the delay, I promise that the next chapter does not extend beyond Christmas. I also liked Harry and his stream of consciousness, I think there would not it? And when Hermione makes a cautious, as you say, Sally, are all grinning: It seems a bit 'a cat, all curled up and stopped, but listening to the slightest sign, ready to take down a leg. A little 'a tiger , now that I think. Ghgh. Protective and jealous, and maybe even a little ' irritated by this impudent girl, who seems to like her (sorry, not to her, to herself in the past), which is here and as usual he says things should be done, what's wrong. Among the 'put it in another without anyone asked. Among other things brooding photos of Harry as a mad fanatic.

And what about this chapter? ;)

Baaaaaaci kisses!

Emma : TA-DAAN! Seen, it took a little. You gave me, like, a little push in the back. Very good. Without publicly thank, from all I do not know, virtual standing ovation to all readers, AOLA general ... stuff like that. If you want to we can put a good word.

Allooora, where to begin? From thank you, no doubt. And seriously, now.

As you say, I rummaged em'ingegno grooming as much as possible. Now know that even the walls. You know, are much changed since I was a translator at the beginning.

(Background Music, please.-oh my God, so that I look like a diva with the snobbish, but I want to say the same.)

much safer, bold. Let's say that someone has dared rebuke in the early days, those naive to B & nB, are completed. The original is always the sacred reference to having distort as little as possible, certainly, but also try periphrasis, idioms Inglese less Italian and more, cuts and come in here and there. In short, the first thing is the way, the image, then I can shape the words. Little things, do not worry. Removing gerunds, for example, or all those pronouns stuck everywhere, or a thousand ways to translate "just." ( Oh, how I LOVE the just !)

are things that I never imagined before. I mean, do not push you to the translators (and there are already myself), but it's a fascinating thing. Really. And now the conversion is faster, less traumatic. But the question remains of hits: this is what I say is important.

(Snivella bouncing: Son-of-Fri nanny ava bra-bra-bra-avaaa ava ...).

ghgh. Bad images.

I beg you, never ever let our guard down, especially now! Difficult Time Lies Ahead, Emma. Good chapter and prestoooo, my dear!

Baci kisses.

Magic: CIAAAAAO ... BUT! Seen everything, you know, review and e-mail. You made me die laughing. As usual. And this time also intrigued tantiiissimoo!

(MA-? MA-? The maritime? Gasp. Slumps Me.)

Seriously. Glad to hear that you are there. And you're not all the bad things that I thought I had become ( arrabbiatafuriosadelusaeccecc ...). Overwhelm me with compliments, as always, I feel Sin-ga-lu-ta. Zul zerio. Bows, bows. What can I say? Too good, for sure!

Besides, what would all this talk about your new story, hmm? You have to trust, trust! And then you always improve soon, especially with the computer: cut, paste, and so on. ;)

I have not read anything, as you may imagine (that you have not even seen the reviews from my ff jammed pack with 1000 words in native-shot), but we hope to do so. After all, Christmas is near, right? Ghgh ...

Meanwhile, you do not shoot me again, ok? I'll see what can be done, and maybe I'll try to quickly update, which goes round and round feel flow away from the hands of players such as sand. Do not it make you too have the same effect? Of having to keep up, promote and move, especially move, there are those who else gets tired and forgets about you? Do you think it is a neurosis ? Or are they really all a bit 'as children, from having to keep an eye on?

Well, my dear affectionate found-fan, I hope not. I hope not.

Baaaacissimi, and see you soon!

Do Abortion Clinics Use Donated Blood

snivella @ 2007-11-30T12: 16:00

I'm doing a bit of changes in layout. Real jumps and pirouettes risvoltoloni. I wanted to find a more versatile, but I discovered that it is not so easy.
The reality is that I am not convinced by half. This is the least for now obscene, but I can not however replace my beautiful holes in the clouds. I try to leave it for a while ... although I think I will send this rose to hyperglycemic coma soon, knowing me.
But what do you think? (For the series: there nessuuuUUuunooo ????)

Speaking of sugar, I leave you some news on JANUARY , while we are!
If you're wondering about where - spiterina is over ... do not worry, I plan to update soon. Meanwhile there, on the English side, the matter was closed, my dears, the end, right, fine. (And it happened so suddenly that I always have to take back = P)
But, you still have to wait a bit ... which, for the tough, to say there is still tranquiiiilli acceptable a number of chapters ahead. ;)

Baaaaaci!

How Tie Converse Double

vent

Today I am angry, definitely. Disappointed and angry with the world.
do not know how I can vent if not in this way. It is usually brought on little man, the clinic immigrants. The usual old acquaintance, with folder with five slips of paper sheets stapled and folded, his face sbattutta, the emphasis uncertain but already more secure than those who will not be Italian, no, but it certainly has lived long among Italian doctors and the surgery to make themselves understood faster and more directly than most.
This here is a revised and already seen one of those patients who want to be reassured, listened, touched, even a little made me smile, if you are not in the mood and nine in the evening. And preferably want a recipe, a great sheet full of doodles, medicines given to a trust and a little bit by chance, with the hope that work. O please, please, visit Specialized specialist visit, I need it I need .
It usually works, at least regarding the reassurance.
Only this one, the old knowledge, has pain, pain everywhere. pain everywhere, do not sleep do not sleep, never, never, miss. It gives you the pat on the back, tells you your back, knees, everything. Everywhere, everywhere. You eyes widen almost certain to hit the target, after all we are only a doctor from the broad face and nice and a girl with green eyes and red cheeks from silly little girl, and you can move a young doctor and a young girl. Push them to give something. To understand the situation .
bad EVERYWHERE.
So viaa, prescriviamogli a good total body scan to see if his bones are in place, who knows what could be. And also some nice creamy sauce, since the eczema on her legs, which is making me see, it looks like a skin made of baked fish, and cock, covering all her legs. Books do not seem so sucks. And itching itching, Miss . And believe it, poor man.
The thing that does not say is that the poor man lives in a refugee camp here, and no, no central heating heating nor DeLonghi dehumidifiers. It damp crushes the bones, rather than the cold. And the bones cut short, so, and for so long, they hurt. And it is useless to spread all the creams in the world if you're like a sewer, so a skin .
And so on, what's the problem, let them 'is a total body and talk about it anymore, they will tell you something the hospital. And try again for the tenth, twelfth consecutive year to spread creams, so, not bad make sure. What are we to do?
(And while the surgery has a hole of € 70,000).
This is the Italian health system.

Always one of the best in the world, and I will not think about politics, I do not give a shit. The issue of immigrants is a biggest problem for me, and certainly do not want to define now, especially now . But while the man went away, thanking and saluting as if he had received some kind of promise of Eden, I look at the floor. His shoes leave pieces behind them, all surgery has bedraggled black spongy crumb.
Someone has to clean this crap. Meanwhile, outside
hails.

Labled Drawing Of Shark

Elisa, something that is not

There are many people who judge songs by Elisa childish, banal post-adolescent outbursts for little girls a little bit sad and definitely frustrated. Trade.
Ok, it's not Aretha Franklin, or Bruce Springsteen. No Beatles, or U2.
But I sincerely believe in the spontaneity and genuineness.
I believe that everything that goes with his songs is sincere, and profound. A little child, yes, because the public would get far more pushing his songs and his lyrics on subjects a little more ... alluring? Popular?
But now every song (except really up to 3 or 4) is affixed to and subtitled by some time in my life, so I can not do otherwise than accept the messages that launches singing.
All this to say : There should be many more videos by post, before that, and after, but this song actually has a very special meaning for me.
( energianostalgiaunsaccounsaccodicosedano nammettere )
So video posted. ;